But it was because of his excessive kindness before his death that he contrasted with him now, which made Rong Sheng wonder.

Perhaps, think deeper.

His death was not a suicide.

……

In front of the hotel.

The pavilion once again appeared in the midst of the torrential rain, shrouded in a layer of white mist, like a fairyland in the rain.

In the pavilion, Sheng Qianye was dressed in white, and he was playing the piano at this time, with a noble and elegant temperament, like a prince who came out of a fairy tale.

Whether it is before or after death, as long as there is a place where Sheng Qianye is there.

The masses are never absent.

After Boss Sheng's family entered the hotel, Rong Sheng came out.

This will, in front of the pavilion shrouded in a layer of white mist.

Sheng Qianye lowered his eyes slightly, and in the dark eyes, a touch of sadness faintly appeared.

Probably after knowing that he has depression, others will think that he will be sad and in a bad mood all the time.

But......

"Sheng Qianye."

After pausing for a few seconds in the middle of the road, Rong Sheng still opened his mouth and called out to him.

If someone in the hotel opened the window or stepped out of the door, and saw her talking to the air in the middle of the road, she would be in the middle of the road.

It's just that her voice spread, and the other lonely souls and wild ghosts who were originally enjoying Sheng Qianye's piano looked at them in a daze.

Their faces were expressionless, and their eyes were very empty.

"Who is she? Humans? Why can she see us? ”

"I don't know, does she know the Great God of the Thousand Nights?"

The piano keys "popped" again, and the rhythm was disrupted.

Sheng Qianye twisted his delicate eyebrows slightly, and the expression on his face did not change.

"Go back." He said.

"Okay, will the Thousand Nights God come here next time to play the piano for us?"

"Yes." The tone was slightly cold.

Sheng Qianye raised her eyes, and the dazzling and charming peach blossom eyes slowly fell on Rong Shang.

"Come here."

*

After a while, Rong Sheng really walked up to the pavilion.

It's just that only she can see all this.

In the eyes of ordinary people, she would just be standing on the side of the road.

"You must have something to ask me, right?"

Sheng Qianye's voice was soft, ethereal with a bit of infiltrating yin energy.

Rong Sheng lowered his eyes and glanced at him, and he once again placed his bloodless and cold hand on the piano keys.

What is rare is that the light sound of the piano is heard, and it is no longer sad.

"You're not suicidal, are you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Sheng Qianye stroked the fingertips on the piano keys.

"I know that although you suffer from depression, you have been seeing a doctor for a few years, and then your mood has gradually improved."

Of course, these clothes are not learned from the Internet.

It's what she's dreamed about in the past two days.

She didn't know if those dreams were real or not, but she could find out from Sheng Qianye.

After all, he also said, don't stop him from taking revenge.

"You're smart." At this time, Sheng Qianye was silent for a few seconds and then said slowly, "However, knowing that these are useless to you. ”

"In life, if you can always accompany your parents, you should cherish it."

She is a girl's family, I am afraid that she has not yet started a family, and it would be a pity if she was buried here.

He suddenly mentioned his parents, and his tone was slightly sad.

Rong Shang's gaze was deep and scrutinizing.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that she replied, "Weiyang has no parents." ”

Eyes flashed, Sheng Qianye side, "......"